Gin really doesn't want to know what this guy next to him is thinking.
He stared at the other person in silence, and was not relieved until the brown-haired young man waved his hand and muttered "I know".
Gin suddenly had the illusion that he was an old lonely man with a problem child.
That's terrible, is he Johnny English?
He lazily leaned back on the sofa with his long arms stretched out, a rare posture of relaxation.
The things that the boss asked him to convey have been handed over to Johnny Yingjia, and the other party has agreed, and the working hours are over.
Now is private time.
He thought about the current situation in Italy. On the surface, the departure of Johnny Gamble didn't seem to change much, but in fact it was because that mad dog was still sitting there... Although that guy was an absolute lunatic, he was easy to use and more convenient to use than most of the garbage in the organization.
And perhaps it was precisely because there was no apparent change in Italy that old Rum thought he could easily take over Johnny's increased power.
What an international joke.
Did the old guy overestimate himself or underestimate Johnny Winger?
Therefore, it was natural that he was attacked by the vicious dog.
Although Gin is also a member of the organization, he does not feel offended by this. On the contrary, because of the long-standing opposition between Gin and Rum in the camp and the natural alliance with Johnny, Mr. Top Killer of the organization is happy to see this.
Sawada Tsunayoshi, who really treated this trip back to Japan as a vacation and didn't care much about what was happening in Italy, only received the news that Novantine said everything was fine and hoped that the leader would step on him and praise him. He only vaguely knew that Rum had suffered a setback there - how could such a small matter be worthy of being described in detail in front of the leader - as for the details, he didn't know as much as Gin.
The killer with silver hair and green eyes snorted at the confused guy, but still patiently spoke briefly.
Watching the other person's expression gradually change from enlightenment to confusion, I finally felt that all the hard work (?) I put in to say so much was meaningful.
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked and picked up a cup of tea from the tea table to hide his embarrassment.
He coughed lightly.
"If necessary, I will ask Novan to be more restrained." The Godfather tilted his head in distress, "But Mr. Rum is a veteran of the organization, he shouldn't need the help of a newcomer like me, right?"
This is what Rum said a year ago when he was eyeing the power in his hands.
At that time, Johnny, who had just gained a foothold in Italy after the betrayal of Quentin and the organization's codenamed member Bénédictine, naturally welcomed the greedy hyenas.
He still remembered how Rum, with an old face, stared at him with greedy eyes. At that time, the Godfather, adhering to the good virtues of respecting the elderly and loving the young taught by the world's number one tutor, did not feel offended, but just hid away from Gin with a little discomfort.
Then Rum burst into laughter.
"Hahahahahahahaha, is this the organization's big shot Johnny Lee? You have to introduce him to me, Gin." Although he was talking to Gin, the other party's gaze was like some kind of sticky reptile, sticking to him, making the Godfather, who had a keen intuition for malicious intent, feel very uncomfortable.
Gin didn't mind being a shield for Sawada Tsunayoshi. After all, although Johnny had already gained considerable fame in the organization and had been given a code name, he was still weak against the second-in-command of the organization. Only he, a practical man who had always been competing with Rum, could fight against this sinister old guy.
But when it came time to do this, Johnny Lingjia was unwilling to do so.
"It's not really an introduction, but I've heard of your great name for a long time." He tilted his head slightly, with his brown hair crossing his cheeks. He looked so downcast that his Italian subordinates would tear the old hyena in front of them to pieces.
Rum laughed loudly and talked about his recent smuggling business inconspicuously. He said that there were some unusual movements among his subordinates and hoped that Gin could help suppress it.
How could the top killer of the organization have the right to deal with such matters? This is more of an insult than a request - to see when our good partners and the boss's good assistants have ever done the kind of work he asked for, these are things that the lowest-level staff need to worry about.
So Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at Gin, who was obviously in a bad mood - the corners of his lips were 15 degrees lower than usual - and smiled as he stepped forward to take over the topic.
"Gin, it's not a big deal," he said. "If Mr. Rum doesn't mind, I'll go through Myanmar on my way back to Italy."
What I mean is that you can help take a look - although whether the "business" there will disappear directly after the Godfather leaves is another question.
However, Rum sneered unabashedly at that moment, and slowly exhaled the smoke from his cigar, covering up the existence hidden under his face again.
"I am a veteran of the organization after all. I have not fallen to the point where I need help from a rookie." He said, flicking the dust off with contempt.
Who could have thought that things would change so quickly, and the "business" that he had not been able to get involved in at the beginning would once again return to the hands of Tsunayoshi Sawada.
On the way back to the safe house, Tsunayoshi Sawada had been reading relevant intelligence. The so-called "Fire of Life" plan was one of the biggest plans of the organizations in Rum's hands.
Like the drug experiments that Shirley participated in, the ultimate goal of the Fire of Life is also to pursue immortality - just not through the power of science.
The Godfather curled his lips, feeling that this was a little weird.
How is it possible that someone can achieve eternal life because of a broken gem?
But this is not an isolated case.
One more example was recorded in the following intelligence report.
Gemstone [Pandora].
Pandora is a legendary gemstone. It is said that there is a comet called Borey that comes close to the earth once every 10,000 years. When the comet comes close to the earth, if you point the Pandora stone at the full moon, you will shed a tear.
Swallow this tear and you will gain immortality.*
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
Fine.
He finished reading the things in Gin's car, thought for a moment and did not take the file bag away, but left it in Gin's car. In the evening, he told the three bottles of wine that they should return to the safe house at a certain time about the mission.
The three people had different expressions. Zhu Xingda hesitated for a while and looked at him with frowns.
"Can I?" the other party asked hesitantly, "This is a mission that only code members can participate in, right?"
He looked somewhat weak, which was completely different from the image he usually showed on the training ground or in front of other people.
Bourbon, who was originally thinking about something, suddenly turned gloomy, with "this sinister pretty boy" written all over his face - although for some reason, he still held a cautious observation attitude towards Johnny Winger, but the other party was his boss after all, and facing the pretty boy who tried to flatter his boss in order to get a chance for promotion, he naturally gave him a harsh attitude.
Scotland, who has a better personality, also showed a somewhat subtle expression.
But Sawada Tsuneyoshi didn't seem to notice the expressions on their faces, and actually began to hesitate.
Zhu Xingda squatted beside him at some point, and after restraining his demeanor, he looked like a docile big dog, staring intently at his only master.
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at him and moved his fingers.
He thought of the Akita dog that Yamamoto always had with him, a dog called Jiro, who had a gentle personality and was very nice to hold. Whenever he was let out, the dog loved to jump into his arms.
As he thought of this, his hand involuntarily touched Zhu Xingda's hair.
The young man, who was often mocked by Bourbon for wearing a knitted hat, was rarely without that hat, so the Godfather was able to touch his long hair smoothly.
The black hair feels very silky to the touch, and the owner must have spent a lot of time taking care of it - in this regard, Tsunayoshi Sawada feels that Yamato Moroboshi and Gin will have a lot in common - but when you get closer, you can smell a faint smell of gunpowder and incense.
In this case, she is more like Besta than Jiro.
Besta is the box weapon of Xanxus, the leader of the Vongola assassination force Varian, his theoretical uncle. It is a kind of sky storm tiger that is extremely fierce in front of the enemy, but very docile in front of the master.
To be honest, Tsunayoshi Sawada has been coveting his uncle's Bester for a long time, and has always wanted to touch it secretly (crossed out).
Such trivial matters were of course not to be told to outsiders. Only those guardians who occasionally saw the hidden desire in the leader's eyes would challenge Xanxus to a duel, and then at night they would endure the humiliation and send their own small animals to let the leader have a blast.
Come to think of it, Sawada Tsunayoshi almost forgot about this matter when his thoughts drifted away.
He thought for a moment, remembering the praise he had received from Gin about the stars.
The young man has done a lot of low-level missions recently and his abilities are acceptable. His rapidly improving sniping skills have attracted the attention of Gin. It is not impossible for him to be assessed as a code member.
He thought about it and nodded.
"I understand." He said, "I will arrange a promotion for you as a code member."
Let him think about what kind of mission to create.
…
When Sawada Tsunayoshi's contact received the long-awaited package left at his door, he was undoubtedly excited.
This address is known only to him and an undercover police officer codenamed S who has infiltrated a large transnational criminal organization. With the operation of a secret method that both of them only know about, this residence will receive a "gift" from a foreign country on a certain day of every month.
According to past practice, he would receive a month's worth of newspapers from a certain Italian tabloid, and then decipher the information that S wanted to convey based on the code book that changed in real time.
This method of delivery has been running smoothly ever since S unilaterally contacted him to determine the form. Mr. Contact was originally trembling with fear that such a simple form would be discovered. However, over the years, various problems always arose with the undercover agents in charge of other contacts, but S, who he was in charge of, had always been as steady as an old dog.
Until the month before last.
Fortunately, after only two months of no contact, he received S's letter again.
He exhaled slowly, and after a quick check, the excitement of confirming S's information overwhelmed his vigilance. He walked into the courtyard with his briefcase and opened the envelope.
It was a pink promotional poster, only the size of an A4 paper, with a magazine smiling at him on the poster - Mr. Contact had some impression of this magazine, which was said to be a cancer in the industry where you could get a column or even a cover if you paid. And the big words on the cover that you could get for money were particularly eye-catching.
《Hotly released, about how I went undercover in a hostile organization and became its second-in-command, so if I don’t destroy the organization, I will become the boss! 》
...What? It's just spam?
Mr. Contact crumpled the poster into a ball out of boredom and was about to throw it into the trash can nearby.
He was silent for a moment, looking at the vulgar cover and the subtle title of the book, and couldn't help but have a question in his mind.
——Really... just spam?
On the other side, in front of a bookstore with a two-dimensional flavor, a black-haired young man looked at the pink magazine published in the corner and the large words on it, took a photo indifferently and sent it out.
【Mission accomplished.】
[Received. Come back to choose a code name tonight.]
Seeing the other party's almost instant reply, and the code name that was said to be directly given also became a self-selected one, the young man couldn't help but twitch his lips, and looked at the corner where no one cared again. He bought a book that would help him get promoted smoothly, and he felt complicated.
Although I already knew that Johnny’s recent wish was this, but the title of the book…did he really not reveal it?
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